Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"..."

Leo smiled awkwardly. His face, which was reddened by the cold wind, was as rough and ugly as dead tree bark. His voice was shaky, "This..."

Grace offered him an olive branch, "Have you ever thought about doing other jobs?"

But it was obvious that the honest Leo did not understand the true meaning of Grace's words.

"Miss, you...didn't you see my hair?"

He grabbed his dry, black hair with a slight odor and reminded in embarrassment,

"Dark hair, white skin...I am Ibrox."

"Ibro?"

Grace knew that this word was still in the books of the Palace of the Five Princesses.

A small piece of writing in a history book may be a mountain that countless people cannot climb over in their lifetime.

The country that was destroyed and annexed is already a distant name, and it is self-evident what kind of life the people protected by it will live.

Being discriminated against is just the simplest part, being enslaved... or even massacred...

Grace felt something in her heart and looked down to catch a glimpse of her silky black hair.

Only then did he remember that he had used an illusion. In front of outsiders, his hair color would only be the most common golden color among Rhine nobles.

The dark hair features turned out to be... Ibrox?

Grace only knew that the mother-in-law of the fifth princess seemed to have cuckolded the emperor, but she did not know that she was an Ibrox.

I asked some maids and guards in the palace, and it went relatively smoothly at first, but when I talked about the mother-in-law of the fifth princess, I became silent.

What did that taboo woman do to Kevin?

"This is the only thing I can do. Many places have named Ibros... There is rebellion in the northwest again, and now the black hair is like a street rat. No, worse than a rat."

Leo's face was full of bitterness, and his numb black eyes, which had been wiped out by the burden of life, showed deep gratitude.

"However, Miss Noble, you are a kind person... there is nothing I can do to repay you... Thank you very much."

Leo lowered his head in humiliation because of his nothingness and embarrassment, but he kept bowing to express his gratitude.

People who have been oppressed for a long time will either feel numb as if their hearts were filled with despair, or they may lie dormant as if they were struggling to survive.

For those of us who share the same bloodline, the Ibrox people are undoubtedly a great help in seizing the direct line.

The oppressed people are also the most passionate and united people.

"No need to repay."

Grace shook her head calmly, "Just answer a few questions for me. Tell me where in the imperial capital do Ibro people generally live?"

Leo pointed roughly in the direction, "Kurag Alley, there are many Ibro people over there."

"I'll give you another gold coin."

Grace raised her slender index finger,

"Next time, I will ask someone to come to you in the Kulag alley, and you can help me find a few more honest and hard-working Ibro people."

"This this……"

Leo's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked around in disbelief, so moved that he almost shed tears.

He even knelt on the ground with his knees that were turned blue, kowtowed and kept chanting,

"Thank you, miss, you are so kind..."

"I never met anyone as nice as you in the Rhine."

Grace looked at him coldly, said nothing, and did not enjoy this extremely humble thanks.

Very annoying.

She hates this kind of atmosphere, and also hates people who turn into dogs for the slightest favor.

It's obviously just a little light, why should we treat other people's kindness as the whole world?

I don't like this way of thanking you.

Don't like Erin.

Also, I don’t like Avro either.

……

Different from the hustle and bustle downstairs in the tavern, the second floor of Yuewei Tavern seems to have been specially booked, and the sound of the accordion with poor sound quality ripples slightly.

Beside the window sill on the second floor, a woman covered by a black veil suddenly stopped writing in her hand.

A boxing fighter who is as stupid as an ox, a pitiful wretch, and well... there is also an extremely cute beautiful girl.

"Um……?"

The veil half-hides the woman's astonishing beauty, and her extremely beautiful silver hair hangs down long to her plump chest.

Those delicate golden eyes in the cold night instantly shined like spotlights after spotting the prey.

She closed the pen with her slender fingers, and at the same time closed the revised "script" in her hand. Her movements were elegant and beautiful, lazily leaning on the table to support her head, her slender eyebrows as curved as a crescent moon.

Looking at Miss Grace surrounded by the crowd, she couldn't help but lick her lips gently.

"It's really good. It seems that there is new material?"

But his slender eyebrows instantly frowned in disgust,

"However, the illusion of disguise is really off-putting... I still look better with black hair."

"Um……"

She stared at the crouching girl carefully, her golden eyes narrowed slightly, like a predator locking its prey, full of desire to attack.

"It's still very cute, like a cute little kitten."

Knock, knock, knock, the sound of tapping wooden boards and knuckles resounded from the quiet second floor.

"Miss Doris?"

"Ha...my inspiration!"

The immersive atmosphere was interrupted, her delicate eyebrows knitted together, the woman named Doris gritted her teeth, and cast a sharp eye knife at the person behind her, her tone was particularly irritable,

"Marshall, you are not allowed to call that name outside!"

As Marshall's young butler, he put his right hand on his chest to salute slightly, and repeated the woman's surname.

"Yes, Miss Otakver."

"That's right."

Still looking out the window, Doris pressed half of her body on the table, her plump breasts wrapped in a tight winter skirt, and her heavy body pressed out a very feminine curve.

She stretched her neck just to let herself take one more look at the cute sweet cat, but she was extremely impatient and perfunctory.

"Is there a problem?"

"If it's a gift from that stupid chicken-haired man Karta, it would be better to tell him to go to the pigsty and play with the pigs."

"You're still so dishonest after being locked up, you might as well die!"

Not just perfunctory, but as sharp as a venomous tongue.

Marshall was already used to the second lady’s attitude, so he explained unhurriedly,

"No. This time it's your good friend, Miss Beth Sespin, who invites you to a party tomorrow night."

"If a cute cat like her wears a dress that exposes her bare back, and then rubs it up from the spine..."

Doris didn't care about the party. She was mumbling enthusiastically, like a follower of some kind of cult, immersed in her own world.

"..."

Butler Marshall had long been accustomed to the perverted behavior of his young lady. He skillfully came to Doris and stared at her without changing his expression.

"Miss, your reply to Miss Beth is...?"

Doris raised her head as if from another world, then lowered her head quickly, and asked casually,

"The banquet...? Where is it?"

"Mr. Upton's house."

Doris banged the table angrily, raised her eyebrows cursingly,

"Still obsessed with that boy from the Upton family? What kind of ecstasy was poured into her?"

She seemed to remember something again and immediately changed her words,

"But the Upton family's little daughter is very cute. You can go there."

Marshall was not surprised by the frivolous attitude and even thoughtfully asked,

"Are you going to attack... a beautiful lady again? Do you need me to prepare a dream flower?"

Doris said "tsk", glared at Marshall fiercely, puffed up her chest and defended herself shamelessly,

"Don't be so rude, Butler Marshall, it's human nature to like beautiful things."

"I just established a pure friendship with them. They fell in love with me first, and I didn't do anything. I just helped them paint a beautiful portrait."

Doris said and then moved her head to Grace downstairs. Her white wrist supported her chin, and her long and slender index finger nodded the side of her face along with Grace's light steps.

"Hmm~"

She narrowed her eyes with satisfaction, like a Persian cat in catnip. She stretched lazily and ordered,

"By the way, Mr. Marshall, the lady below will help me investigate."

Doris licked her lower lip again, her reddish lips moistened with lust, her veil swaying slightly in the biting night wind,

"She's delicious~"

"Such a beautiful girl should be allowed to see the paradise seen in the eyes of the Goddess of Beauty Arturius."

"Beautiful things are the source of inspiration for my creations."

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I've been too busy with real things recently, so updates should resume normally starting today.

128. I like it a little bit

Boom, boom, the midnight bell sounded dullly across the square, the night gradually deepened, and the city with ever-burning lights showed its unique prosperity in the smell of wine and cold.

Grace sat quietly on the bench, lowering her head and looking at the notebook in her hand.

The experimental results of the magic potion came out. Among the 20 people sampled, except for a few people who said the taste was too sweet, everyone was in high spirits and had no negative states.

Grace herself also tried a little bit, and for her who is now in the second half of the cold, the effect is similar to what they said.

So, even if it’s a diluent, in short——

"It seems to be working out pretty well."

Grace put the pen tip against her chin and made this comment.

Nora leaned against the wall of the tavern quietly, stepping on the red-brown bricks after bending the ball of her right leg, looking at the stars in the distance, wondering what she was thinking.

Grace would never know how exciting the conversation with Lucia was in Nora's mind.

The frivolous witch always pops up and says some pointed words every time she is ignored.

Some are arrogant and some are dismissive, and it is still the same now——

"I'm not going to tell you that adding a little fireweed will more than triple the formula's enhancement effect."

Like a problem child in a movie who can't express his emotions correctly, Lucia shouted with great disdain.

Nora has become accustomed to Lucia's unusualness over and over again in her daily life.

She crossed her hands and silently muttered in her mind:

"Then Witch-sama—didn't you tell me?"

Letting out a disdainful "hum", Calamity Witch Lucia replied in an even more sinister tone,